Subject: 3

He had never been on a frantic search for anyone – not even his mother. Days when he was just a small little one he would run far, far away, away from his mother who would be calling and searching for him, ignoring her voice. Now he understood how frantic one would be to find just one person – even the smallest places have become so big and crevices became big cave entrances, leading to an endless abyss of screams and confusion – which could fill the whole hallway if Hans had not been aware of his pent-up frustrations.

It would be the teachers’ room, he told himself as he tried to avoid anyone who would obstruct his path in finding the light at the end of the tunnel..if only he could reach out for the door that he hope could relieve his painful, laboured breathing as he tried hard not to scream for him along the hallways and empty lecture halls..
and finally found him

and someone else..

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His teacher was silent as his gaze froze in realisation at the all-too-familiar-student standing at the doorway. There was another pale hand clinging onto the red-silver striped tie that he had given his teacher which froze in sudden apprehension of an act – strictly must be done behind closed doors – was discovered. A smirk widen the pale lips and the smaller figure rose up to meet the gawking student at the door, “Well..well..it ain’t Hans –"

The rest of the words ended up in an abrupt gargle as the figure was gasping for breath. Suddenly everyone had gathered at the entrance of the teachers’ room, some had rushed in, shouting, pulling and forcing the blonde-hair student – anything - to release his grip on a silver-haired student’s throat. The teacher thanked his colleagues and yelled at the boys to follow him to the counselling room.

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It was a room that all students dread and fear. Rumours had it that even students were brainwashed and some had hanged themselves in protest.

The three would not hear any more of that. One was fuming, the other was still smirking and the third had his gaze lowered. He could not help it if the fuming one was shouting – almost screaming – obscenities at him (the room was soundproof-padded to protect confidentiality but its reliability had not been tested in a high-decibel-situations).

The blonde-haired student grabbed the sliver-haired student by the collar. “Get out,” he growled, with hatred burning in his eyes which made the sliver-haired student laughed.

“Hans..” a sarcastic grin and eyes of mad triumph haunted his blonde-haired rival, “you wouldn’t. After all, wasn’t it you who left him yearning…”

“Andy! Hans, let go!”

Hans felt a cold chill down his spine as he found himself transfixed at the pair of frenzied blue eyes and pale lips parted, mouthing the words that had caused him to exceed the number of his sleeping-pills-prescriptions the first time he heard it many years ago..

“Isn’t it fun to have a threesome?”